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Ghosts of the Past

Jaxton Ravos

Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Dribble, drive, jump, shoot


Swish.

It was too easy almost. Jaxton loved playing Grav-ball, but no one out on Laekia could really give him any competition. His muscles were sore, his motor not full, but even even without the Force boosting his speed and reflexes few had the athleticism to keep up with him. He still played ball anyways, because he loved to do it, but he longed for a challenge. Still he didn't have the stress of having to prepare for the Onderon Drexyl or the Corustant Senators, or even the Umbaran Shadows, a team with as sketchy morals and players as their name. It was just a rec game, and he was glad to have the opportunity.

The ball clipped through the air from a pass and Jaxton made two steps to the side before jumping up and touching the edge of the ball with the tip of his fingers. He heard a scream of protest at the high tipped pass, jokingly as it was a friendly game as Jaxton fell to the floor before jumping up and securing the ball. He drove forward, met by a guarding Ithorian rushing to block him from a transition shot. He jumped up as Jaxton did, their chests pressing together as Jaxton extended his hands, reaching over the Ithorian as he pushed forward and slammed the ball into the goal over his hammer like head. The Ithorian left out a throaty sigh as he headed to the nearby bleachers as a new team came out to greet them. Oddly enough Jaxton found himself matched by a rather large man, with pink skin and blue hair, not unlike himself.

"And here I thought I was the only Zeltron this side of the Tingel Arm." Jaxton said as he went out to shake the man's hand, who kept his arms at his sides and merely stared at him.

"Don't worry, you still are." He said with a smile that was almost concerning, before the man charged forward as the game began. He defended the not-zeltron before the man raised a hand, signalling for a pass, then turned on a dime. Jaxton bit on his fake and the man swerved past him and made an uncontested shot.

"Come on, I heard you were better than this." The man taunted, before throwing the ball back to Jaxton, telling him to take it out. He drove, pressing forward with his speed, but the not-zeltron matched him step for step. He hadn't seen a man with those kind of feet since before he was a Jedi. Smiling a bit at the thought of a workout he continued to press forward, the man still covering him step for step. He took a sudden pull back and shot the ball before the not-zeltron blocked his shot and landed to the ground as Jaxton's feet also hit the floor. Their steps echoed throughout the room as they headed back to the other goal, the other members of both teams merely watching the two pink-men fight with each other. He stopped the man's drive right before the goal, before the not-zeltron jumped up, rising up to the goal. His jump was countered by one of Jaxton's, and he could tell he had the larger of the leaps. His shot would be denied.

Until Jaxton felt himself coming to the ground. Some might say he wasn't as strong or as quick as he thought he was, but Jaxton had made this move thousands upon thousands of times. He knew when gravity was pushing him down, and this wasn't gravity pushing him down. The not-zeltron rose over him and the ball over him, landing another goal. He'd been beaten twice, but this was no ordinary man. This man was something more.

"Nice moves. Who are you?" He asked as the man came back.

"No one special to you. Kida though, Kida is someone special isn't she?" He said in a voice that spoke of arrogance, pride, and attack.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Jaxton exploded before pushing the man back off of him, to which he disappeared into thin air. He looked around at the men around him and all of them were confused, wondering where the not-zeltron had gone. Jaxton's moment of examination was gone in an instant, and he began running out of the gym. He needed to go home.
 

Jaxton Ravos

Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Jaxton pushed his speeder to the limits, heading to home at a speed reprehensible by the law. His first thought was for Kida's safety, but his mind wandered other places. Who was the man, why was he there? How did he know about Kida? What did he want? Why did he choose to appear to Jaxton as a zeltron, and one so similar in appearance? Too many questions, not enough answers. All he knew was that Kida might be in danger, and that was all that mattered. If he hurt her, ooooh he'd be suffering.

No, this is what he wants. To hurt my family, my friends, to get to me. To make me angry. I've got to be dealing with a Sith, but way out here? How did he find me? Who is he? I don't know any Sith that make illusions like that. Jaxton thought to himself as he passed through the forest landscape. Actually, Anaya Fen was a sorceress . . . she had been able to turn herself invisible when they fought at Roche. Perhaps she had learned stronger illusionary skills, but how had she found him? Wait, if Anaya is using illusions then she can't be far, she has to be somewhere near me. He said, and looked around to find the lethan twi'lek. He went a few more kilometers before he spotted Anaya, looking him square in the eyes. Jaxton tried to find his 'inner peace' but couldn't. What little strength he had in telekinesis he used now and pulled his lightsaber out of his compartment and to his hand, before he pressed the button and Jaxton's blue saber whirred in the air. With his offhand he directed his speeder to head towards the twi'lek, who ignited a crimson blade of her own before pivoting to the side and slashing through his speeder.

Jaxton jumped over the woman before using his slight telekinetic strength to pull himself down to the floor. Anaya lunged with her crimson blade as Jaxton parried, letting the blade only slice through his shirt and saving himself a few chesthairs.

"How did you find me?" Jaxton roared as he pressed forward with powerful blows, Anaya blocking them for fractions of a second before redirecting her feet and turning off her blade, manipulating his momentum to avoid his strikes.

"You have learned so much Jaxton, yet you known nothing. You have so much strength, yet you never use it. You are a coward, and the Force is wasted on you." She said before she took her blade and sliced as his left hand. Jaxton's hand was removed, durasteel circuitry and synthflesh cackling and cauterizing as he grabbed the wrist of her saber hand and punched forward with the electronic stub of his right, letting out an audible crunch as the lethan's nose was broken.

"You're clever, I'll give you that, but is your daughter? How long will she last without her guardian at home?" She asked before she and her crimson saber faded away, the rest of his durasteel prosthesis returning to his vision. He had fought another illusion, and one that could pick up objects at that. He wasn't quite sure how such a thing was possible, but Jaxton knew that Anaya wasn't here, and he knew that Kida wasn't here either. With his speeder now defunct he'd have to run the rest of way.


Feth that woman. He thought to himself as he charged towards home, enhancing his speed with the Force. He wasn't a speeder, but he was one of the fastest men in the galaxy with the Force. He'd be there soon. He had to be there soon.
 

Jaxton Ravos

Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Though his muscles protested after time at the weights, court, and fighting the Illusion Sith Lady he pushed forward, sustained at this point only by the Force. In his earlier days as a Jedi and especially before then his body would have held out more but like it or not Jaxton had gotten older, and taken a more spiritual than physical focus to his life. His trust and strength in the Force had more than compensated for the loss in strength and speed but at the same time he wasn’t just a body and a spirit, but a mind too. If he was alone he wouldn’t have pushed like this, he wouldn’t have fought like this, he’d be content in being taken away, becoming one with the Force. But he wasn’t alone, he was a father, even if the blood didn’t say so, and that fatherly love, that desire to guard your loved ones solidified his resolve.


Though Jaxton and Kida were almost bound together in the Force it was not with the Force, but his ears that he first found the girl. A slight purr, a curious growl, and he could look over and see the girl in daux-cat form, prowling about the woods unsupervised.


“Kida!” He shouted and cat looked over, before shifting into her human form and looking at him guiltily. If circumstances were different he’d have chastised her for coming out this far, but she still had manageable clothes on and there were much bigger problems to worry about.


“Jax-tun” She said apologetically, and he looked at her with a smile on his face. This was the first time she’d ever gotten the ‘x’ in his name out. There was no time to waste on congratulations though, he had to move.


“We’ve got to-“ He said before he heard the familiar crackling of Sith Lightning and saw a blue light curving and darting for his daughter. His first instinct was Hassat-Durr, a technique he’d learned from the Baran Do of Dorin long ago, when he was still in the Jedi. But he wasn’t touching Kida, he couldn’t shield her from the electricity with magnetism. He could however, do the next best thing.


So thus Hassat-Durr worked in reverse, and rather than redirecting lightning around his Jaxton brought it to him, becoming a lightning rod. Pain rippled all throughout his body as he could feel his skin charring, but he had saved Kida, at least for now. The lightning stopped and Jaxton sprang forward, far slower than what he was used to but still faster than the average man could hope for. Two snaps permeated through the air as the gentle hum and his of Jaxton and Anaya’s lightsaber’s swung through the air, before a distinctive crack could be heard as their blades clashed into one another.


Though she didn’t have the same strength in her blow as Jaxton Anaya was quick as a cat, and twice as clever. Her blade was up, down, feint left, attack right, flowing between points of attack like Darron Wraith used to with his Vaapad style. Jaxton was at odds, sore and tired, but barely ensuring his survival as he parried at the last possible second with each strike. If he bit on a feint he’d be finished at this stage.


Finally she tried a more heavy strike, to put some more weight in her blow. This was where Jaxton was at his advantage, pound for pound, muscle for muscle. He pushed back with his strength, protesting as it was, throwing Anaya backwards. The lethan rode the momentum and went into a backflip, gaining some distance from Jaxton as he attempted to slash forward and sever her legs, but was a hair to slow.


The Lethan picked up a stone with the Force and hurled it at him, but missed wide right. He charged forward in response to the missed blow before he heard a scream, and turned to find his changeling daughter with a stone lodged in her throat.


“Jax-tun.” She cried as she held up her tiny little hand, reaching for him, before another stone lodged itself in her chest and he arm fell to the floor. Tears flowed from Jaxton’s eyes as he saw the body of a girl who simply wasn’t there anymore. Normally he’d have just collapsed at this point, but he was at a breaking point now, with an lady he’d known and fought more than once, who’d betrayed his kindness and hunted him down.


“You murderer!!!!!” He screamed as he turned and charged the Lethan, unaware of the pain in his body, feeling only the sorrow of loss, and the desire for revenge.

 

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